Tim and his Poetry

I'm laying here in bed

Wondering what's in my head

Wondering if its very dull

just laying inside of a skull

Forever being a brain

always staying out of the rain

calling this my home

surrounded by fragile bone

It's nice to have no fear

because I can't hear

Just to be

because I can't see

But I would like to feel the rain

to see a train

to hear a song

just to belong

I would like to be outside

not to have to hide

wanting to, but unable to run

but wait, here is help, here's a gun

Sitting here on my ceramic throne
there is something that I hear
almost silently there is a drone 
yes, It's the air conditioner!
In the summer and the heat
the air conditioner is so cool
but now sitting on my seat
It's winter and I feel a fool!

I 



It's very hard to sleep

When all you want to do is weep

To weep for my wife

the spice in my life

crying out for sun

when day is done

for the moon at night

when I'm filled with fright

I set with my head in my hand

dreaming of roaming the land

seeing what the wind brings

hearing how it sings

curled in a ball

asleep not at all

yes it's hard to sleep

when all you can do is weep :(

They say life is brief

All filled with grief

that is not my belief

To laugh cry or shout

To stand or jump about

To Give Grief The Rout

To let unhappiness fly

to see the blue of the sky

to let cheer and joy rise high

For love to receive

for lost time to grieve

in these I believe

They have stolen time
times that was mine
the cause was not right
not in my sight

Seven long years
years with many tears
tears shed alone
in prison my home

Rampant runs the hate
caring not for my fate
to steal their time -
is revenge a crime?







There is a softness as I listen
the ground seems to listen
as I look out the window at night
cowering behind the Glass with fright

the moon is dull and has a halo
Nothing is seen to make me mello
I can hear the wind blowing
With a sigh I realize it's only snowing!







Have a shaft or be flat
I can be long or thin
folded or switched to win
I can be curved or straight
used with Love or Hate
I can take or give life
I am a knife

Tim McCoy 1985